Original Work by S. Henry, 1A
It stands against the setting sun,
On its ramparts not a gun,
Only birds now use its nooks,
Crown and ravens, magpies, rooks,
The turrets now in sad decay
Neny stones are worn away
By storms and wind and tiny feet
Which use its top for a look-out seat,
They build their nests in every crack
Some of them a muddled stack
of sticks and twigs and matted straw
Day in, day out, the "Caw Caw Caw."
Original Work by P. W. Davies, 1A
The sun sinks slowly in the west,
The clouds are tinged with crimson light,
The shadows filter through the trees
And darkness brings the hush of night.
As I gaze at the fading light,
I hear the last remaining cry,
Of swallows flying home to rest,
Across the ever-darkening sky.
The creatures of the night appear,
The fox out hunting for his prey,
The owl low hooting from his tree,
All keep their solitary way.
Original Work by D. Miller, 1A
Dockland cranes stand gaunt and grey,
No young children at their play,
Shadows up and down do creep,
Dockland is asleep.
Comes the morning, stillness dies,
Siren, winches, seagulls' cries!
Ships their cargoes seaward take,
Dockland is awake.